We just got home from our first sleepover party this afternoon. I am not sure who is more tired, me or the kids. Justus partied so hard he puked. I have no idea what this was about. He has never puked before, ever. Rori nearly needed to be sedated last night since she was still going strong at 11pm. Sage was all excited to sleep with her friend but then bailed and slept with me. We went to our friends place who live in timbucktoo, aka Gilbert, which is a good hour plus drive. My friend was just diagnosed with Celiac Disease. Actually she was one person that Ron and I had not “diagnosed” ourselves. She is on that horribly steep learning curve trying to learn the diet and is coping with her own grief from the loss of all things normal. We can relate. And admittedly she is doing a lot better than we did. Thanks to us for nagging about our needs during get togethers she understands the whole cross contamination issues. Anyway, I am so happy to be home. The house seems to somehow have gotten dirtier in our absence. I now finally understand why my mom used to be so militant about cleaning the house before we went on any vacation. Now Ron thinks I am insane cause I usually do the same thing.
First Sleepover Party May 25, 2009